Chapter 332 The revolution of despicable people

Chapter 332 The revolution of despicable people

Murray Hanks listened to Chief Watson's speech and felt that the blood in his body was burning because of these impassioned words.

His heart was beating more powerfully than ever before, and the excitement was so intense that it seemed like it was about to burst through his chest.

His heart and blood were burning fiercely, and indescribable strength and fighting spirit filled his blood vessels... Even the old knee injury that would hurt every time it was rainy seemed to be healed as before.

Murray Hanks was so passionate now that he wanted to tear his clothes and roar wildly - but he was unwilling and did not dare to interrupt Chief Watson's speech - when facing Chief Watson, the almost forgotten military law of order and prohibition came back to him. A resurgence.

His spine trembled uncontrollably, as if a thirsty sword eager to drink the enemy's blood was about to move, and he couldn't wait to take it out of its sheath and drink blood... He was too cruel to stand up and swear on the spot: Chief Watson, I Volunteer to follow in your footsteps! Let’s just start a revolution! ! !

But before Murray Hanks was the first to stand up and swear his loyalty, someone was already one step ahead of him.

Although the other person was slightly fatter in body and face compared to when he was in the army, Murray could still recognize this person at a glance as Johnny, the best artillery gunner in the regiment at that time - of course, second only to Chief Watson. Most outstanding.

Johnny, a former artilleryman, wears a prosthetic nose on his face, but he is still well-dressed. It is obvious that he has lived a pretty good life after retiring from the army.

"I'm very sorry, Sir Watson." Johnny bowed slightly and apologized to the commander whom he admired very much in the past: "Although I respect you very much, especially you who were a hard-blooded soldier in the army... But please forgive me that I cannot fully agree with you at this moment. the opinion of."

“The corruption in this country may be rotten to the very bones, like a sore that grows close to the bones and is difficult to remove.”

"But even so, Great Britain, which seems to be decaying and decaying, is not a behemoth that our twenty or so remnants can contend with."

Johnny lowered his head slightly to avoid the gazes of his neighboring comrades and the deputy chief minister, and said hesitantly: "I'm very sorry, although I also feel that this country needs a drastic change... but, please forgive me for not being able to participate in it, I have now started a family of my own and have my dearest little daughter, Rhea.”

"Now I just hope that for the rest of my life I can watch little Leya grow up and get married... Therefore, I have decided to stay away from those dangerous and turbulent lives. In order to fulfill these wishes, I even applied for a transfer. Leaving the security job at Whitworth for a lower-paying but more secure office job.”

"It is precisely for these reasons that I cannot participate in your revolutionary actions. I...I just want to live simply."

Johnny swallowed his saliva and raised his head resolutely, looking directly at his former commander, his red eyes flashing with fear, struggle and pleading.

"But please rest assured, I swear on the name of my mother Tangya that I will never disclose what I saw and heard tonight... So, I hope you can forgive me and leave the meeting. My daughter Leya is still waiting. Let me sing her a lullaby before going to bed."

"Of course there is no problem." Chief Watson said tolerantly.

He smiled and looked at Jonny, who had escaped from the battle: "The goal of our revolution is to rebuild the glory of Great Britain, not to continue the current decadent rule and continue those painful bad habits."

“We don’t fight for slavery, we fight for freedom!”

“We don’t fight for privilege, we fight for equality!”

“We don’t fight for oppression, we fight for justice!”

"Freedom, equality, and justice are the goals we strive for."

"The society we wish to reshape is free! Equal! Just!"

"The rights and interests of any worker can be legally protected! Instead of being wantonly exploited by those damn evil capitalists,"

"Any soldier who sacrificed his life for the country can be properly resettled, instead of just being thrown away as rubbish with a meager pension! The authorities should not even think about throwing us away like useless rubbish again!!!"

Chief Watson clenched his fists and rapped heavily on the solid wood table with his protruding knuckles. The dull rapping sound echoed, as if every blow struck the hearts of the retired soldiers.

Their emotions have been completely immersed in Chief Watson's speech, and they seem to be able to empathize with every word that Chief Watson said - although sometimes they can't understand some of the complicated words, but they all Being able to directly understand the meaning of the commander's words, it is as if the commander's thoughts are connected with theirs.

Everyone can clearly feel the rage, the indignation, and the resolute determination to fight against the power and darkness to the end!

Watson looked at the old subordinates who were fully in the state, nodded slightly with satisfaction, took the wine glass that was filled by Murray, the nearest orderly, and drank generously, and continued to talk:

"But the fight for power can never be achieved only by shouting slogans and crying and begging... A person who only knows how to cry and shout: 'We express strong indignation and protest' is a baseless person without bones!"

“A revolution that only talks about it is as divorced from reality as an attic suspended in mid-air, and a revolution that only consists of words on paper is like an egg pushed up and may collapse at any time...Violent means are indispensable for revolution. means!!!"

"If we can't destroy the decaying superstructure with thunder and pull down the dignitaries from their fixed class thrones...then we will never be able to raise our heads and puff out our chests!!!"

"We should use iron and blood to swear our power, and use the deafening sound of gunfire to regain our original honor!!!"

"Only through the baptism of blood and fire can the rotten and ailing Kingdom of Great Britain be reborn in the flames!"

"But it is destined to be a difficult and dangerous road, and I am ready to sacrifice for it... But you, my friends, you have already sacrificed once for this country."

"I will never force you to sacrifice for this revolution again... If any of my friends want to leave like Johnny, I will never blame you."

"After all, who would be willing to briefly give up the precious time they spend with their family day and night in order to regain the lost honor and respect, so that their children can live in a free and fair country?"

After Watson finished speaking, he just silently and slowly glanced at everyone present, and when they looked at them, they all punched their chests and roared ferociously like a hungry wolf.

“I, Murray Hanks, volunteer to follow you, let’s have a big fight!!!”

"Chief Watson said it well! I, Koseo Dulin, am willing to follow you to complete this great cause of the revolution!!!"

"How can such a big event be without me, Eureko Wallace?! Sir Watson, please rest assured that although my health is not as good as before, no one can take away my first position at the forefront of the charge!! !”

"I, Johnson, too..."

In the heated environment, this time even Johnny, who had chickened out, felt extremely excited. His face was as red as an iron embryo that had just been taken out of the stove. It only took a little beating to forge it into a sharp weapon. The blade of the sword.

He violently tore up the shirt he had spent a week's salary to buy, and roared like a crazed beast, "Fuck you! Count me, Johnny, too... Let us defeat those self-righteous dignitaries. !”

Watson applauded with satisfaction.

"good, very good!"

"I'm so happy, I'm so proud!!!"

"In front of me, stand a group of real heroes! There is not a single coward or a weakling, they are all true tough guys!"

"In front of me, stands a fearless legion whose veins still have the unyielding blood of our ancestors flowing through them for thousands of years!"

"Struggle, shouting, resistance and conquest... this kind of blood once flowed in the blood vessels of our ancestors, and it is also rushing in our blood vessels now!!!"

"My friends, my comrades, tell me, are you willing to continue to follow me, just like we did in Furstein... once again feel the hearty battle until the last drop of blood is shed?!!!"

Watson responded with a roar that was enough to knock off the roof. The roar filled with fighting spirit reverberated in the small restaurant, as if these fearless soldiers were declaring war to heaven and earth!

"Great, then let me introduce to you the sponsor of this dinner, who is also our former comrade--First Class Nero Bacchus!"

Nello, who was originally mixed in the passionate crowd, stood up and walked to stand side by side with Chief Watson.

Watson patted Nello's shoulder vigorously and continued to introduce: "Nello has just recently applied for a weapons and equipment production license and a manufacturer's qualification certification... His newly established Bass Systems Company is in the start-up stage. We need a group of trustworthy people to help.”

"I know that the actual life of everyone here is not satisfactory, and I will never ask you to contribute for free in the name of revolution... You can join Nello's company first, and Nello will definitely not be stingy with salary and remuneration. ”

"Even if it is a good war horse, it must have sufficient food and grass if it wants to ride on the battlefield... Of course I will not let you fight an unprepared battle. I will provide you with the most advanced and top-notch weapons and equipment."

"You just need to concentrate on preparing for the battle. Soon, there will be a real battle waiting for you soon!"

"At that time, let those damn capitalists and those hateful politicians feel the anger from the people at the bottom!"

"This decadent country will usher in a painful change, but only by enduring the pain of this change can Great Britain usher in true rebirth!!!"

A group of revolutionaries applauded and cheered, applauding the wise and brave Chief Watson, and applauding Chief Watson who had the courage to change!

However, they have never thought about why, if Chief Watson, whom they admire, really cares so much about their dignity, freedom and rights, why he has never thought of contacting them and helping them overcome their difficulties in the past few months.

A roll of toilet paper is worthy of being in the eyes of its owner only when it is truly needed, otherwise it is just a useless roll of toilet paper that can be discarded at any time.

……………………

It was a little earlier.

It's still this little restaurant that no one cares about - but in fact, the business of the restaurant was pretty good in the past. Some customers who couldn't bear the cold and loneliness still came to drink at night. However, since at noon, there was already a sign in front of the restaurant that has been reserved today. Sign, the familiar drinkers didn't come to the door as usual tonight.

It was only afternoon, and the restaurant owner, waiter and chef who should have been busy preparing were nowhere to be seen. The restaurant was empty, leaving only the pile of fresh flesh and blood in the kitchen and the steaming blood all over the floor.

A fat man who was only wearing a kitchen apron was silently waving a bone-chopping knife, chopping down with one knife after another, chopping off the solid rib meat, chopping the solid wooden chopping board, and the hot blood slowly flowed along the knife marks on the chopping board.

The fat man seemed to be a new chef, and his cooking skills were also quite superb. He brought out a variety of delicious dishes in his hands and placed them on the long table in the hall.

Bright red Tartar steak, stuffed lamb tripe, cold cuts, tender meat sashimi, roasted kidneys... This dazzling array of meat is enough to make any cup-faced gourmet feel hungry.

All the cold dishes were almost ready, and now only the delicious broth was boiling in the pot. The bright color like red wine was fading quickly under the slow stirring of the meat mountain monster, and turned into a kind of sticky milky white.

He picked up a piece of fat white fat and put it into his mouth to taste the saltiness... Well, it was a bit too light, but for those weak mortals, the taste was just right and the nutrition was not excessive. Otherwise, it would be bad if the diners fell into the cup phase of thirst on the spot and ruined his father's plan.

The meat mountain monster smiled with satisfaction, and his pair of strange fangs pierced from the masticatory muscles were raised with joy. With his meat mountain-like body, it was like the fangs of a wild boar.

The weirdo murmured to himself, "Father, the banquet is ready. Now all that's left is the wine."

Hmm--

A cold and ruthless voice resounded directly in the mind of the meat mountain monster, and his consciousness also became drowsy with this voice, and he fell into a kind of coma that seemed like life and death in the continuous buzzing vibration.

But for Sebastian, he seemed to have returned to the cocoon of awakening, brewing crazy vibrations in the relative silence and tranquility.

The meat mountain monster took off his dirty apron and came to a box of premium whiskey prepared in advance. He slowly squatted down, and the ugly horizontal scar on his forehead squirmed, and suddenly opened it to reveal a deformed and huge round pupil!

The dark pupil of the deformed flesh eye vibrated slightly, and in a trance, it seemed that a black and skinny moth insect stretched out its dark scale wings in the depths of its eyes, and the scales containing unspeakable indifference and malice fell like snowflakes.

The fat body of the meat mountain monster began to shrink rapidly, and the excess mottled fat that stored surging power began to burn rapidly, or began to be thrown to a great invisible existence, offering sacrifices to the wild and dangerous, chaotic and thirsty crazy principles.

The monster whose body was rapidly thinning could not help but twitch and convulse, as if he was suffering from great pain that could drown the mortal's reason, and the deformed flesh pupils on his forehead seemed to inevitably shed tears because of this surging pain.

The mottled tears dripped into the whiskey bottle in the box one by one, and quickly merged with the crystal liquor.

This is the wine of moths, the wine of madness, the wine of insanity, the wine of abandoning reason.

Nelobax walked into the kitchen and said apologetically, "I'm very sorry that you have to come in person."

Watson, whose body has returned to normal, ravaged his adopted son's face, making it closer to his real face. "It doesn't matter. After tonight, they will no longer be the same. They will abandon everything in the past and usher in a new life in the true sense."

"I understand that all these evil names and suspicions will be borne by me personally, and will never implicate you, sir."

Part of Watson's speech was taken from the speech of the mustache... Moth Blade Heart is exactly the sexual appearance of the mustache.